“God grant it might!”
“You still love him, girl?” asked Filhiol, tenderly as a father. “In spite of everything?”
“I love the good in him, and there’s so wonderfully much!”
“I understand, my dear. Just now, the bad is all predominant. There’s nothing to do but let him go, Laura. Because—he’s determined to go, at all costs. Where, I don’t know, or how.”
“I know how!” exclaimed the girl. “He’s bought the Kittiwink and laid in supplies. My father’s in the boat-brokerage business, and he’s got word of it.”
“Bought it?” interrupted the doctor. “How? On credit?”
“No, cash. He paid four hundred and seventy-five dollars for it, in bills.”
“He did? By—h-m!”
“What is it, doctor? Where could Hal get all that money? Do you know?”